My hands shook as I put the car in park and forced myself to pull my bag over my shoulder.
I couldn't face him, couldn't let him touch me. Because if I did, I'd crumble.
I got out of the car and ran to the garage door, but as I crossed in front of my car, he blocked my way.
His eyes were ablaze, the tendons in his neck so strained that with every beat of his heart, they pulsed.
I gulped.
He wouldn't listen to me now, wouldn't see reason, and I couldn't bear to fight him. So I did the only other thing I could do—run.
I dashed out of the garage. He almost caught me as I crossed the entrance, but I ducked out of his arms and took a hard right.
I was off, speeding through my side yard, into the back where the woods were. His steps were as thunderous as my heartbeat pounding in my ears, but I picked up the pace.
If I could just disappear into the woods, I'd get away. I had enough food to last me for a week and knew this area better than anyone.
The trees became denser a mile from my house, and from my estimate, I'd be there in five minutes. Marco was larger than I was, and as the trees and brush morphed together, he'd lose me.
But it was almost like he knew it too, and he ranfaster.
Suddenly, I was in the air. He picked me up, grabbing me by my neck and waist.
I tried to pull myself back down, to flip him, but he didn't let me.
I tried to pry his arm from me, but he choked me, and even though it shouldn't have, it sent heat straight to my core.
My adrenaline quickly shifted, my body recognizing him instantly.
He ripped my go bag away from me, then tore my shirt in half.
I tried to knock his arm off of me, but he pulled me back hard against his body. His hand tightened around my neck, his other grabbing my breast, squeezing it hard. His aggression fed my pleasure, and I moaned.
"Interesting reaction for someone who told me not to come near her," he growled into my ear, his hand working on my breast, pulling my nipple.
I wiggled against him, his erection pressing between my ass cheeks.
"Marco—"
"I warned you what would happen if you tried to get away from me again," he hissed.
He unbuckled his belt and ripped it from the loops.
Is he going to fuck me here as punishment? Will he take me roughly to get back at me? Make it hurt, the same way I hurt him?
I'd let him. I wouldn't even try to fight him off.
With an odd array of skill, he looped his belt around one arm, spun me around to face him, then wrapped my other wrist in the belt, tying them together.
"What—"
The world turned upside down as he lifted me over his shoulder like a damn potato sack and carried me back to my house.
"Marco, put me down!"
He laughed, but it was dark, admonishing.
"Put me down!" I shouted again.
